There is so much going on here… the line from the comfort of strangers and the anti humanism of the last section which is something I also think about reminds me of De Sade…. the death of forty million is of less important that the death of a single blackbird…the world would still turn without us. Brilliant my friend

so true about the world turning without us, I become obsessed with the idea in that way most seem to graviatate to the cleansing notion of a world sans people. It’s not a hatred of people but of what humanity does, although much is beautiful, more is tainted. It’s a dual dance of repulsion and the unbearable lightness of being isn’t it? Hence why both books/films matter so much to me.

The horror of becoming… animals just are, their nature is their nature, whereas we are possessed of a collective death wish and a huge arrogance. Without us the world would still turn and nature would take its deadly uncaring course.

JG? I was out off by Crash it was clearly an interesting erotica but I felt totally furious at him, a la Suskind Perfume or even, American Psycho, I mean, when is too far just too far versus too far and worthy? But it could be my feminist sensibilities drowned it out.